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After Nan Lin made such a fuss, Murong Qing's fear dissipated instead.

Zhou Heng took Murong Qing out for a stroll, first went to the top of the Cold Palace to see the scenery, and then went to the planting area not far away, unfortunately, none of the fruits that Murong Qing likes to eat is ripe , The earliest strawberries have to wait for more than a week.

Zhou Heng picked a cherry and put it in his mouth: "Brother Qing, try it. Nanshan didn't have it before. I let the mice plant it. It just bears fruit this year."

Cherries as big as lychees, just ripe pink, Murong Qing fell in love with them as soon as he took a bite, sweet and slightly sour, more to his taste than ordinary cherries, he doesn't like sour, so he doesn't often eat cherries.

Seeing that Murong Qing liked it, Zhou Heng lifted up the hem of his clothes and took off a big bag.

The last two people sat on a big rock at the west end of the Cold Palace, where they could see the scenery down the mountain.

It is said to be the bottom of the mountain, but it is actually the top of the mountain, and you can see the Baishan City where they live in the distance.

Nanshan is floating, Murong Qing felt as if he was standing on top of the clouds, he looked at it for a long time, and then realized that the place he was in was not an ordinary 'mountain top'.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he tentatively took a step towards the edge, but he still couldn't overcome the fear in his heart. Even though Zhou Heng hugged his waist, he still kept a safe distance of three steps.

Stretch your head and look down, the bottom of Nanshan Mountain is a blank white, only the scenery in the distance can be seen clearly, this is a mountain that is completely lifted by the clouds, it is so amazing, so it is impossible for ordinary humans to reach Such a place.

Zhou Heng's chest was pressed against Murong Qing's back, and he could feel the small trembling from Murong Qing's body.

"Did you come up by plane?" Murong Qing shrank his feet, looked at the height of more than a thousand meters, and asked curiously: "Or...won't you fly down?"

Zhou Heng turned Murong Qing's body amusedly, brushed aside the broken hair on his eyebrows, and patiently explained: "Flying, or jumping, except for me, everyone else has to change their original form to come up, and the entrance It’s not that high, it’s less than 1000 meters away from the top of the mountain.”

"..." Murong Qing pushed Zhou Heng to take a step inside, walked to the big rock where he was sitting on just now, and asked, "Then how did I get up?"

He wasn't pulled up by the rope, he was afraid after thinking about it, even though he never used a double in filming, but he would still be afraid when he was filming scenes of jumping off a building or filming higher levels of wire.

Zhou Heng smiled and kissed the tip of his nose: "Of course it was carried up by my husband."

"..."

Murong Qing couldn't help turning his ears red. He was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, but he didn't hate Zhou Heng's intimacy at all. Zhou Heng suddenly thought of something and broke the embarrassment in time: "Brother Qing, are you... Afraid of heights?"

Murong Qing was stunned, and Zhou Heng explained: "When you were set up by someone, you showed it every time."

"I fell into a hunter's trap when I was a child. I was too young to climb out. It was already dark when my father went there, leaving some shadows." Murong Qing pursed his lips and smiled: "But I'm used to it now. Yeah, after all, I've been making films all year round to hang on to Wia."

At that time, in order to save a little rabbit, he finally fell down with the rabbit in his arms, and then the rabbit went up, and he stayed in the hole by himself. Fortunately, his father led someone to rescue him at night.

"Then why didn't you say it!" Zhou Heng held Murong Qing's waist firmly, "You still live with me in such a high place. Didn't I tell you that you can live in a villa?"

"Because," Murong Qing raised his eyebrows: "You like high places, don't you? Every time you stay in a hotel outside, you always live on the top floor."

After finishing speaking, Murong Qing turned his head and looked down the mountain: "I used to guess that you like quietness or a common problem of high-ranking people. Now I finally know why you like living in high places."

"Brother Qing..." With a hoarse voice, Zhou Heng grabbed the back of Murong Qing's head and turned his face around, kissing his lips, "You love me too, don't you?"

Murong Qing was stunned for a moment, his eyes fluctuated, his arms rested on Zhou Heng's shoulders, catering to his kiss, his lips were gently opened, and his tongue was stained with the cold taste buds that invaded him.

During the kiss, Zhou Heng sat down with his legs slightly outstretched, making Murong Qing who was sitting on his lap more comfortable.

The kiss didn't end for a long time, the slight coldness and hotness intertwined, turning into a comfortable warmth and coolness, they tried their best to absorb each other's scent, the throbbing of this moment made the two people's blood boil, and they were carried away.

Murong Qing's eyelashes were wet, his waist was slightly tilted back, and his body was abnormally sensitive after being trained three times. At this moment of affection, he was no longer able to control it.

During the kiss, Zhou Heng got into his clothes and got angry, and he was instantly emotional.

Murong Qing wanted to end the kiss, to cover up his shame.

Unexpectedly, a certain place was grasped by Zhou Heng faster, he trembled suddenly, held Zhou Heng's wrist in shame, stopped him, and said in a low voice: "Zhou Heng, I'm not Jiang Xunuan."

"In my eyes, you have always been Murong Qing, my brother Qing." Zhou Heng pressed his lips against Murong Qing's lips, his breath was still lingering with him, but he didn't have the slightest intention to let go: "Brother Qing, trust me, I just want to please you."

"No..." Murong Qing embarrassingly refused: "No, need, need!"

It was rare for Zhou Heng to be strong, he suddenly put Murong Qing in his arms, kissed his lips again, and then grasped his two wrists with his right hand, controlling them behind Murong Qing's back.

Another to please him.

After more than ten minutes, Murong Qing slowly let go of Zhou Heng's clothes, and leaned against Zhou Heng's arms with tears on his face, like a small boneless animal.

Originally, there were many things to question, but now Murong Qing felt that his majesty was like his body, so soft that he had no position.

How did it develop into this...

Before he woke up, he kept weighing in his mind whether to break up with Zhou Heng or calm down temporarily.

He feels that no matter how reluctant he is, he still needs a process of acceptance, which may take a month or a year, but...

Not long after he woke up, he kissed and hugged Zhou Heng, and released him in Zhou Heng's arms.

Shame.

He shouldn't be like this.

All along, the reservedness maintained in front of Zhou Heng was broken.

It's too late for him to pretend to be a character.

Zhou Heng bit a cherry, spit out the small core and fed it to Murong Qing's mouth. The juice moistened Murong Qing's dry throat.

"If you weren't too shy," Zhou Heng said, "I'd use my mouth to make you more comfortable, and I made it clear that no one would see you here."

"Cough, cough, cough." Murong Qing swallowed the cherry, staggered to his feet, "It's too hot."

It was almost noon, and the sky was really hot. Zhou Heng stood up from the big rock with a smile, and went to help Murong Qing.

Near noon, the Cold Palace became lively, and Nan Rui, who was resting, also got up. When he saw Murong Qing, he greeted him warmly: "Brother Qing, eat a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Kunzi just made it."

In the past, Nan Rui called him Murong Best Actor.

Nan Hao also rushed over: "Brother Qing, I washed some fruits and delivered them to your room."

Murong Qing anxiously looked around the room of goblins, everyone looked at him like they were licking a dog, as if they were afraid that he would kick their boss.

call……

It seems that the goblins here really didn't dare to eat him.

The meal we had at noon was all Zhou Heng's close relatives, and the atmosphere was not bad. After eating, Murong Qing felt a little sticky on his body, so he went back to his sleeping room to rest for a while, and had to ask Zhou Heng if there was any place where he could take a bath. .

From the beginning to the end, Murong Qing didn't say anything about leaving Nanshan. Zhou Heng was a little moved, and took the initiative to explain: "Yes, there is a hot spring not far to the west. I'm sorry, Brother Qing, the conditions here are a bit rough, but we must make sure that you are fully recovered. , we can go down the mountain."

"It's okay." Murong Qing consciously went to find a change of clothes in the suitcase lying flat on the big rock by the wall. It was basically full of his supplies, including lubricants and post-mortem medicine.

Murong Qing became a little irritable for no reason, and hurriedly took a set of casual clothes and closed the box.

Murong Qing was about to go out, Zhou Heng followed, Murong Qing looked back at him, "Just tell me where it is, I will go by myself."

Zhou Heng held his wrist, took the clothes and shampoo from his arms, and led him back: "Go this way."

Zhou Heng walked to the west wall, pressed his hand on a raised hard rock, and opened a door on the stone wall covered with vine leaves.

It's really a good place to shoot a movie, thought Murong Qing, who is full of integrity as an actor.

Going up obliquely, after passing through two or three caves, you will arrive at a small pool, but the area is very large for a hot spring. It is surrounded by caves on three sides, and one side is empty, and you can see the distant sky.

Zhou Heng hasn't come back for a long time. This is his forbidden area, and there are many fallen leaves of vines on the ground.

Before Murong Qing had a full view of the scenery, Zhou Heng hugged him into his arms and pressed his head against Zhou Heng's chest. Zhou Heng took a breath and blew all the fallen leaves by the hot spring down the cliff.

Murong Qing was let go, and looked back at the place that was cleaned in an instant, his eyes were flickering, and then he turned his back to Zhou Heng: "Go back, I will wash here myself."

"It's been a long time since I took a bath." Zhou Heng hugged Murong Qing from his back and said, "Please let me stay, brother Qing, I can still serve you in the bath."

Hot springs are the most imaginative places, no wonder Murong Qing refused.

Fortunately, Zhou Heng, who disobeyed orders and followed him down, was quite well-behaved. Except for rubbing his back, he didn't touch other places.

When getting dressed, Zhou Heng stood in front of Murong Qing and hugged his waist after buttoning the last button, and said, "Brother Qing, I'm sorry, this time your accident was all because of me."

Murong Qing looked up at Zhou Heng, pursed his lips and said nothing, but he didn't intend to blame Zhou Heng at all.

Zhou Heng wiped off the drops of water hidden in Murong Qing's eyebrows: "I will take you back to Baishan City after you sleep tonight and wake up, and there is nothing unusual."

"Zhou Heng," Murong Qing held Zhou Heng's hand stroking his face, and said, "When I get old and my hair turns gray, will you still be by my side?"

"Of course," Zhou Heng smiled, and held Murong Qing's hand instead: "I will accompany you through this life and die for you. If you agree, I want to bring you to Nanshan to end my life." I will accompany you for the rest of my life."

"But when I get old, my face will have wrinkles, my teeth will fall out, I will become ugly, I will become self-willed, and I will even become demented and forget you." Murong Qing said, and he thought it was funny: "I can't... You did that stuff."

"Then you..." Zhou Heng suddenly grabbed Murong Qing's butt, and quickly slid his lips from his face to his ears: "Just let me do it while you are young, and don't keep rejecting me."

"Ha..." Murong Qing was caught off guard, took a quick breath and bowed his body back, his eyes were moist: "Zhou Heng, it's too late for you to regret it now."

Zhou Heng heard Murong Qing's hoarse and different voice, stopped his salty wolf claws, and looked at Murong Qing with deep eyes.

Murong Qing's throat tightened, and facing his gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up, his delicate face looked extraordinarily cold and arrogant: "I am not as calm and breezy as I appear on the surface, if you are sure you want to be with me , then, while I am alive, you must be loyal to me, otherwise..."